Page 28 of Little Shake of Salt

8 /HOOKED

Marina

Watching Demi come undone for me would forever live in my memory. I couldn’t stop smirking, satisfied at her current state. Her blissful reprieve lasted longer than five minutes, but eventually, she sat up, her braid sliding over her shoulder and lying against her collarbone as she looked right at me.

“I have a proposal.”

My stomach gave a slow flip. Did she mean marriage or?—

“I use the strap-on, fuck you, make you come . . . and if we still have energy, we try out the hook.”

Oh. Of course. I ignored the tiny pang of disappointment, knowing I was being unreasonable.Eventually, my mate would fully accept me.

“Yes,” I agreed. “I want that. And believe me, I’ll still have energy.”

She chuckled and reached for the harness. I watched curiously as she grabbed the sex toy and fit it through a ring at the center of the contraption, then as she fit it over her hips. The straps pressed against her skin, the massive tentacle dildo sitting right above her pussy.

Demi looked so sexy. I bit my lower lip, watching her biceps ripple with strength as she quickly redid her hair, pushing it out of the way. She was soft and strong and beautiful andmine. I just wanted her to be forever mine.

Once she had everything clasped and secure, she slid off the ledge into the water. The moment she touched me, the aphrodisiac effects took hold.

I’d been ignoring it. Doing my best just to focus on pleasuring her, even knowing I was wet and throbbing and turned on more than I’d ever been before. Then she’d squirted on me, and I’d never seen something so beautiful in my life.

I licked my lips, her taste still lingering. She tugged me close, kissing me hard on the mouth as I pulled her underwater.

The tentacle toy pressed against my abdomen as we kissed. It was large and thick with a tapered tip, and Iknewit was going to feel amazing inside me.

Demi moaned and gave me a gentle push. My back pressed against the smooth stone wall. With a whimper, my head fell back. Everything felt too good. Her rough hands cupped my breasts, her tongue swirling over my nipples. The cool air bubble around her mouth only increased my pleasure.

A cry parted my lips. It was my turn to feel the rush of the heat, and every part of me was feeling it. From the tip of my fin to my scales to my gills. I could feel the pleasure rushing through me like a current.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped.

“I know,” she murmured as she teased me.

Her fingers found my slit and I moaned as she eased them inside me, circling both my clits. A shock wave hit me and I closed my eyes, caving to the pleasure.

“Please,” I moaned.

I’d even beg. That’s how badly I wished to be full of her tentacle cock right now.

“Please, little sailor. Please fuck me.”

“As you wish, princess.”

I’d never tire of that being her answer when I asked for something. I felt the tip of the toy press against my slit, and she angled her hips, slowly thrusting against me. I cried out as her cock spread me, filling me with every inch.

I clenched around her, whimpering as I took more, until she was fully seated inside me.

Demi leaned up, kissing me as her hands teased my breasts. She dragged her hips back, pulling her cock with her, and then pumped back into me again.

Pleasure rushed through me, and I gasped as she found a brutal rhythm, fucking me with hard strokes. I held onto her, screaming her name as she took me.

Our tongues danced, her fingers twisting my nipples. Pleasure rolled through me, almost languorous, all consuming, leaving me panting.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged.

Her hips snapped against mine, our bodies interwoven. I whined as she used all her strength to fuck me.